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I had just turned 19 and was home for the Holidays from college visiting my parents. They live in a fairly small town, not much goes on. Their house is at the end of the street, with only one neighbour next door, the other house is vacant right now. I had never met the woman that lives next door to my parents, I just know she is fairly young, I thought she was close to my age.

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Leah watched only for a moment as the car sped out of the lot, then shut and locked the door. Several years ago a wealthy alumnus had set up funding for a nearby animal research park on condition that the park provide the school with live tigers during football seasons. At first the tigers were merely displayed at the games in cages but recently that had changed. The present pair had been acquired by the park from a circus, and since they were already trained they had been gradually worked into half time shows. They had been trained to do a few stunts with the cheerleaders and Leah had worked with them all of her four years at school, until she had become quite used to being around them.

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She was the head cheerleader. They all looked the same, spent more on their clothing than on their tuition and everything they said got on my nerves, but despite all that, the thing that I hated the most was that they reminded me a lot of the person I was, back in high school. However, my plan to avoid them became impossible when a few guys from my Russian class dragged me to a party, early on in the school year. My stomach started flipping when I saw the enormous frat house, with the flashing lights in the windows and the lawn that had been thoroughly drenched in cheap beer and piss, but I followed them inside anyway, only to lose track of them a few minutes later. I decided to make the best of it though, and grabbed a beer before sitting in the first available seat I could find.